The Life and Letters of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1867 - 363 Seiten |
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... remember your saying that you had notions of a good Genius presiding over you . I have lately had the same thought , for things which , done half at random , are afterwards confirmed by my judg- ment in a dozen features of propriety ...
... remember your saying that you had notions of a good Genius presiding over you . I have lately had the same thought , for things which , done half at random , are afterwards confirmed by my judg- ment in a dozen features of propriety ...
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... Remember me kindly to all . Yours affectionately , JOHN KEATS . MY DEAR BAILEY , [ Post - mark , 22 Nov. 1817. ] I will get over the first part of this ( unpaid ) letter as soon as possible , for it relates to the affairs of poor Cripps ...
... Remember me kindly to all . Yours affectionately , JOHN KEATS . MY DEAR BAILEY , [ Post - mark , 22 Nov. 1817. ] I will get over the first part of this ( unpaid ) letter as soon as possible , for it relates to the affairs of poor Cripps ...
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... remember forming to yourself the singer's face- more beautiful than it was possible , and yet , with the eleva- tion of the moment , you did not think so ? Even then you were mounted on the wings of Imagination , so high that the ...
... remember forming to yourself the singer's face- more beautiful than it was possible , and yet , with the eleva- tion of the moment , you did not think so ? Even then you were mounted on the wings of Imagination , so high that the ...
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... remember counting upon any happiness . I look not for it if it be not in the present hour . Nothing startles me beyond the moment . The setting sun will always set me to rights , or if a sparrow come before my window , I take part in ...
... remember counting upon any happiness . I look not for it if it be not in the present hour . Nothing startles me beyond the moment . The setting sun will always set me to rights , or if a sparrow come before my window , I take part in ...
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... remember in Haz- litt's essay on commonplace people he says , " they read the Edinburgh and Quarterly , and think as they do . " Now , with respect to Wordsworth's " Gipsy , " I think he is right , and yet I think Hazlitt is right , and ...
... remember in Haz- litt's essay on commonplace people he says , " they read the Edinburgh and Quarterly , and think as they do . " Now , with respect to Wordsworth's " Gipsy , " I think he is right , and yet I think Hazlitt is right , and ...
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affectionate friend appears AUCHTERCAIRN beautiful breath brother Brown Charles Cowden Clarke clouds comfort cottage DEAR BAILEY DEAR REYNOLDS death delight Devonshire Dilke dream Elgin Marbles endeavour Endymion eyes fair fame fancy feel flowers genius George George Keats give Hampstead hand happiness Haydon head hear heart heaven honour hope human Hunt Hyperion imagination Isle Isle of Wight JOHN KEATS Kean Keats's Kirkcudbright Lamia leave Leigh Hunt letter literary live look Lord Byron melancholy Milton mind morning mortal Muse nature never night numbers pain Paradise Lost passed passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Port Patrick Saturn seems Severn Shakespeare Shelley sincere friend sister sleep Sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit Staffa sure sweet TEIGNMOUTH tell thee thing thou thought tion verse walk wish word Wordsworth write written wrote
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Seite 204 - She found me roots of relish sweet. And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said — 'I love thee true!
Seite 233 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Seite 204 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Seite 80 - The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My name is Ozymandias, / king of kings: // Look on my works, ye Mighty, / and despair 1
Seite 347 - One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain : The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake...
Seite 118 - Man — of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of Misery and Heartbreak, Pain, Sickness and oppression — whereby this Chamber of Maiden Thought becomes gradually darken'd and at the same time on all sides of it many doors are set open — but all dark — all leading to dark passages — We see not the balance of good and evil. We are in a Mist. We are now in that state — We feel the
Seite 345 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the...
Seite 30 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Seite 36 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Seite 181 - A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity; he is continually in for and filling some other Body. The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute. The poet has none; no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.